Maybe is where I work, but the kind of tattoos I find on my patients are sometimes quite disconcerting.
In the first place, what is this craze with tattoos? Am I growing that old that I still associate this body-art form with the criminal? I particularly do not care for inflicting any kind of pain on myself voluntarily. Often, those with the most tattoos are the most sensitive to pain and the worst drug seekers. Then is the small matter of infection. There is also a growing business stemming from tattoo-regret. The story is told of Charles XIV John, (the king of Sweden and Norway from 1818 until his death) who had a “Mort aux rois!” (“Death to kings!”) tattoed on his body during the French revolution when he was a sergeant in the French army. He later became king! I find a tattoo too defining.
And that brings me to the essence of this blog. Two tattoos have stuck with me. The first was on the chest of a young woman. It read: “Bob’s redneck bitch”! I am not a feminist but how can anyone mark themselves with that statement? The other was an image of a klansman with a noose. Now how definitive is that in terms of showing your narrow view of the world?
Maybe the body should not be used as a canvas.
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